Free Uncaged by Katalina Leon Page B

face, I expected you to be aloof, a bit mean, but you’re not. You’re just a big innocent kid. Even I could teach you things.”
    He huffed. “I’m sure you’re right.”
    Unfurling her legs, she crept closer on all fours. Stopping in front of him, she brushed the tip of her nose against his. “I would trust you to kiss me and stop if I asked you to.”
    For a moment, he looked scared. “You shouldn’t trust me.”
    “I sense I can.”
    When he slid away, the mattress flexed under his weight. “Christy, I’m in a situation that might put you at risk. You don’t want to be associated with…. I’m a….” His brow furrowed, mouth tensed.
    “It’s okay if you’re not feeling it.”
    Eyes shining. “But I am. You don’t understand.”
    Giving his hand a squeeze. “You don’t have to say it.”
    His lashes dipped. “I haven’t been with anyone since before my car accident months ago. I’m not even sure I can….”
    “You’re getting ahead of yourself. No pressure. Just a kiss. I would love it.”
    “I meant control myself,” his voice dipped to low husky tones. “Christy, having you in my bed is way more temptation than I can handle.”
    “I think you can handle it.” Straddling his thighs, she faced him. Her hands skimmed his flannel shirt, taking in the swooping topography of the solid chest beneath. She cupped the sides of his face. Her gaze locked with his. Mitchell’s eyes widened, his pupils pooled black. She pressed a gentle kiss to one temple and then the other. “See how easy?”
    “You seem fragile, and then you’re so aggressive.” The tempo of his breath quickened.
    She pressed her lips against his. “I’ve already experience the bad. I refuse miss out on the good.” Delivering a lingering second kiss, she brushed a strand of his hair from his brow. “Are we okay? Should I stop?”
    He returned the lightest kiss. “I would never have guessed what a little she-wolf you are.”
    Gliding her lips across the rough grain of his cheek, she murmured, “Is ‘she-wolf’ a compliment?”
    He clasped her in his arms, holding her close, his face in her hair. “Oh yes.”
     
     
    Mitchell battled the urge to topple Christy onto the mattress—something he knew absolutely should not happen. Not this time. He vowed to allow her to explore him in complete safety. Christy needed his tenderness. To build trust, he willingly became her prisoner.
    Having Christy astride his lap tested his self-restraint like nothing he’d ever experienced. He’d never felt such a strong attraction. The lonely Wolf in him wanted to howl with joy over the discovery of a potential mate. Gently rubbing his face against her hair, he inhaled the fresh scent of her shampoo, but beneath the balsam notes lay so much more. Like a whiff of incense snaking on the breeze, the tang of female arousal and something mysterious teased his senses and left him with a hard cock and a pounding heart. It could have been a wishful delirium, but he thought he’d caught a faint scent of Wolf on Christy. With so many pack members near, he couldn’t be sure.
    Her kisses were soft and playful. She seemed fascinated by the swell of his bottom lip gliding, sucking and nipping it between her teeth until he melted. Parting his lips with the tip of her tongue, she teased him with slow sweeping strokes. The sensations she provoked drove him crazy.
    He tangled his fingers in her hair and held her close as he kissed her mouth.
    She reached for his collar. “May I unbutton your shirt?”
    In her eyes, he saw a hint of mischief. “Yes.”
    Unfastening the top buttons, she pushed the plaid flannel aside to expose his chest. She skimmed her fingertips over every inch of revealed flesh, pausing to bring his nipple to a point then swirling her fingers in the thickest patch of hair in the center. “I always wondered what you’d feel like. Your hair is silky.” Beaming she tugged her sweater off followed by a gauzy T-shirt until only a thin